Portrait of a Kleptomaniac

I'm too fond of puns, though I hope readers can understand the subject of this poem. :)

The prettiest girl with no eyebrows Stares from across the room, Still as a picture. Thin lips painted in a coy smile and Pressed tight over a secret. Her beckoning eyes draw me forward To touch her elegant frame, but… Your French bodyguards got in the way. Otherwise, You know I would've taken you home.

Subscribe

Get Teen Ink’s 48-page monthly print edition. Written by teens since 1989.